That Floating Thing (Stephanie, Jason, Kon-El, PG, Remembering the Dead challenge)
Title: That Floating Thing
Characters/Pairings: Stephanie Brown, Jason Todd, Kon-El
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't play for keeps. DC owns them.
Notes: Written for merfilly's Remembering the Dead challenge. I had to throw something together. :D
Feedback: Yes!
Word Count: 500
"Do you ever get tired of this floating thing? Because I've been here all of a couple hours, and it's driving me nuts."
Steph kicks at the area of not-ground below her, and manages not to yelp when the momentum sends her flying upside down. Her next breath comes out in an irritated huff, which is overlapped by the loud laughter of her companion.
"Shut up!" she snaps, turning over and reaching out to smack the teenage boy around the head.
He dodges, of course, and keeps his laughter down to snickering.
Steph huffs again. It's a good thing Jason's pretty to look at, or she would have killed him (again) ages ago.
"And Bruce let you be Robin?" Jason says through his smirking, and that's enough to send a hot blush to Stephanie's cheeks.
It's either the force of her anger, or Heaven's finally cutting her a break, but in a second she's flying at Jason. She manages to land a solid punch to his chest before he starts fighting back, and then they're cutting a swirl of violence through the mist.
Steph can see why he got the mantle after Dick -- before it even was a mantle. He's good. Violent and messy, but that just makes it better.
It's a while, but then Jason's grinning, and Steph is too.
"Nice skirt," Jason says, grabbing her ass when Steph falls for one of his fakes.
She grins. "Better than panties."
Her eyes wander over his thighs, and her brain offers, maybe not. She really wishes she had known how to get Tim into those before she died, because she loves the grim thing he does with his cape, but thighs would have been more fun.
Jason gets around her when she's distracted, and pins her down, though that's infinitely harder to distinguish when they isn't any ground to work with.
She's still underneath him when a new... presence... makes her look somewhere over her left shoulder.
It's Superboy, her brain supplies helpfully. As if the giant S on his shirt wasn't clue enough.
"Dude, where am I?" Superboy says, before noticing their positions. His eyes go a bit wide, and he grins like a....
Well, a lot like Jason.
"I can come back later, if you want to finish up."
She shoves Jason off her. His hands had been wandering a bit too far anyway.
Now, Superboy's back to looking confused.
She waits a moment, but Jason beats her to it.
"You know you're dead, right?"
"I figured from the 'walk towards the light' crap. Where's the ground here?"
Steph rolls her eyes. "Question for the ages."
Superboy shrugs. "Who are you?"
Jason looks at her, she smiles. They answer, "Robin."
Superboy's looking confused again.
That's okay, Steph reasons. She was pretty confused when she got here too.
Characters/Pairings: Stephanie Brown, Jason Todd, Kon-El
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't play for keeps. DC owns them.
Notes: Written for merfilly's Remembering the Dead challenge. I had to throw something together. :D
Feedback: Yes!
Word Count: 500
"Do you ever get tired of this floating thing? Because I've been here all of a couple hours, and it's driving me nuts."
Steph kicks at the area of not-ground below her, and manages not to yelp when the momentum sends her flying upside down. Her next breath comes out in an irritated huff, which is overlapped by the loud laughter of her companion.
"Shut up!" she snaps, turning over and reaching out to smack the teenage boy around the head.
He dodges, of course, and keeps his laughter down to snickering.
Steph huffs again. It's a good thing Jason's pretty to look at, or she would have killed him (again) ages ago.
"And Bruce let you be Robin?" Jason says through his smirking, and that's enough to send a hot blush to Stephanie's cheeks.
It's either the force of her anger, or Heaven's finally cutting her a break, but in a second she's flying at Jason. She manages to land a solid punch to his chest before he starts fighting back, and then they're cutting a swirl of violence through the mist.
Steph can see why he got the mantle after Dick -- before it even was a mantle. He's good. Violent and messy, but that just makes it better.
It's a while, but then Jason's grinning, and Steph is too.
"Nice skirt," Jason says, grabbing her ass when Steph falls for one of his fakes.
She grins. "Better than panties."
Her eyes wander over his thighs, and her brain offers, maybe not. She really wishes she had known how to get Tim into those before she died, because she loves the grim thing he does with his cape, but thighs would have been more fun.
Jason gets around her when she's distracted, and pins her down, though that's infinitely harder to distinguish when they isn't any ground to work with.
She's still underneath him when a new... presence... makes her look somewhere over her left shoulder.
It's Superboy, her brain supplies helpfully. As if the giant S on his shirt wasn't clue enough.
"Dude, where am I?" Superboy says, before noticing their positions. His eyes go a bit wide, and he grins like a....
Well, a lot like Jason.
"I can come back later, if you want to finish up."
She shoves Jason off her. His hands had been wandering a bit too far anyway.
Now, Superboy's back to looking confused.
She waits a moment, but Jason beats her to it.
"You know you're dead, right?"
"I figured from the 'walk towards the light' crap. Where's the ground here?"
Steph rolls her eyes. "Question for the ages."
Superboy shrugs. "Who are you?"
Jason looks at her, she smiles. They answer, "Robin."
Superboy's looking confused again.
That's okay, Steph reasons. She was pretty confused when she got here too.